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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 3 months

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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 17] || [Chapter 19]

Pairing: Soap x Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.3K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: Soap is cute.

Chapter 18: Picnic

It’s 11 A.M. on Sunday when you wake up to your phone ringing. Normally you wouldn’t sleep in so late, but it’s a Sunday and you’ve got no plans, so you’re tucked into bed, lightly dozing off and feeling comfortable.

You roll over and hiss at the cold sheets next to you before you grab your phone from the charger and take it to your ear without looking at the Caller ID.

Clearing your throat, you greet a rough: “Hello…?” and rub your eyes.

“Oh, someone’s sleepy, huh?” Johnny asks from the other end. “Did I wake ye, sweetheart?” He asks you, amused.

“Yeah… What time is it..?” You ask as you roll back to the warm side of your bed.

“11 A.M..” He tells you with a chuckle. “I’m bored and alone… You mind if I come over?” He asks you.

“Sure…” You reply softly. “Just give me like… 20 minutes to get ready…” You tell him,

“About that…” Johnny replies and then you hear your doorbell ringing through your flat. “I’m downstairs.” He chuckles on the other end of the line.

“Johnny!” You groan. “You can’t show up unannounced like this! The flat’s a mess and I’m not dressed! I need to shower ans all…” You trail off.

“It’s not ‘unannounced’, I called you to announce myself!” He replies and, by the tone of his voice, you know he has a smile on his lips.

“Besides, I don’t mind if you shower… Hell, I’ll join ye.” He says with a mischievous chuckle. “Get you all lathered up in the shower, soapy skin and all, hm?” He continues.

“You know what?” You say as you snuggle into the blankets. “No.” You say directly. “You’re going to stay down there while I get ready.” You tell him.

“Wha-?” He asks in surprise with a gasp. “But… It’s pishin’ out here.” He tells you.

You turn to look out your bedroom window and sigh at the sight of the cloudy grey skies and rain hitting the panes.

“Well, tough luck! I’m not dressed so I’m not letting you in yet.” You reply. “Hope you’ve got an umbrella.”

“I’ve brought food, mo leannan, it’s going to get cold!” He announces.

“Goddamn you.” You grumble as you toss back the blankets and get up, rushing across the flat to buzz him in at the intercom.

“Thanks!” He adds as he hangs up the call.

“You know, most people would say thank you for getting to have warm food picked up by their boyfriend and spend an afternoon being lazy and having a picnic in the living room.” Soap quips and nudges you with his elbow while watching you eat the soft shell taco he bought you.

You’re sitting on the floor across from each other, using the coffee table to hold your meal and drinks. You’ve noticed that you barely use your actual dining table for what it’s designed… Especially since the boys entered your life.

Johnny sits across from you wearing a pair of navy joggers that cling onto his bulky thighs way too much, and a grey Henley shirt that clings to every muscle of his arms and torso and leaves his collarbone exposed, since the buttons aren't done up.

“Excuse me?” You retort. “A) You’re not my boyfriend,” You begin to say as Soap quips “Yet.” halfway through, which causes you to shoot him a look for interrupting you.

“And B) You didn’t give me time to get ready. I need a shower…” You grumble, to which he, also, has a reply ready. “Ye can shower after. We can even have a nice bath together.” You shoot him another dirty look.

He knows that you’ve noticed that he thinks with his lower head more often than not… And the way he’s smiling at you, all impish and mischievous makes you roll your eyes.

“And C) this hardly counts as a picnic!” You finish as you finish your taco and reach to grab a new one from the box.

“I disagree. It’s food you can eat with your hands and you’re sitting on a blanket on the floor.” He replies. “That’s a picnic.”

“Is not, a picnic is meant to be had in nature.” You retort as you take a bite of your new taco.

“Oh? You’d rather be out there in the pouring rain to make your point?” He retorts with a playful smug on his lips as he points out the window.

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. “No.”

“Then it’s a picnic.” He retorts. “And my point still stands that you shouldn’t complain so much.” He adds.

“You’re impossible, Johnny.” You tell him.

He smirks at you and continues eating, his blue eyes watching you closely as you eat the meal he’s bought you, a soft smile on your lips despite the fact you’re a bit annoyed at him.

“Ye know…” He says as he reaches for his can of Coke and takes a sip. “Ye make Simon and Kyle really happy.” He tells you.

Your eyebrows rise as you keep chewing your food. “I do?”

“Aye.” He replies as he leans his elbow on his knee to keep looking at you. “Simon doesn’t talk much about it, but I see it in the way he looks at you. The way he touches ye. Never ever seen the L.T. be so gentle with anyone.” He explains.

“And Kyle… He’s usually upbeat and all but he’s more… well… unbothered, ye ken? Doesn’t fuss about things, always relaxed, chill.” He continues. “Haven’t seen him smile as much as he does as when he bounces up from his chair at the end of the day and rushes out to go pick ye up.” He admits.

Your eyes soften a bit and you find your whole face getting hot as you hear him so you shovel the rest of your taco in your mouth so you can’t say something embarrassing.

“And, to be honest, I get it.” He replies. “I see the way ye light up when you see them…” He admits. “Ye’re so bonnie when ye’re smiling… And yer jokes and banter just put a smile on my face too…” He trails off.

Swallowing your food, you take a greedy gulp of your own soda to try and process what you want to say and you just end up blurting out a soft “I’m just me…”

“And ye’re great.” He replies and smiles as he goes back to eating his food, as if he hadn’t just said something so… sweet and deep.

The rest of the meal is spent talking about other things, less important, less deep things. You look at him with interest and intrigue, as if trying to figure him out, as you two talk about inconsequential things and make banter.

He shows you a couple of his art pieces on his phone, causing you to coo at them, especially a page he’s been working on that’s just got little portraits of everyone he works with. Ghost, Gaz, John… But also some other people he introduces to you. An ‘Alejandro’, a ‘Rudy’, a ‘Nik’, an ‘Alex’... And a ‘Farah’ and a ‘Laswell’.

You come to realize that he’s… interesting, fun, easy to talk to, silly... Despite how stupid and silly and boring his profile on Tinder made him out to be… Soap’s… great.

Once the meal is done, you tidy up the living room a bit. He takes the trash to the bin, while you fix the pillows and blankets and run the roomba over the kitchen and living room… And, once you’re done, you turn to look at him while you both stand by the couch.

Biting your lip, you look up at him. “So… about that bath?” You whisper.

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bagofshinyrocks · 6 months

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Matchy Matchy!

Prompt: For the Twelve Days of Christmas, you get Simon and yourself some matching presents. [Requested by @ertepla]

Featuring: Simon Riley x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: profanity, slightly suggestive at the end

“How many presents do you get on the Twelfth Day of Christmas?”

“Twelve.”

“Nope.”

Simon fixed you with a withering look. He was elbow deep in a bubbly sink, with a smiley-face sponge in one hand, and the breakfast plates in the other. Not his scariest moment.

“What do you mean no?” He started muttering the words to the final stanza. “ ‘On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, twelve drummers drumming.’ Yeah, twelve.”

You put down the clean dish and rag. “Bubba, twelve drummers drumming, and… eleven pipers piping and all the others.”

Simon blinked. “Goddamnit.” The sponge splashed into the suds. “Is that what the song was sayin’ the whole damn time?”

You nodded and cupped his face in your hands.

“That’s so many fucking presents.”

“Seventy-eight on the last day. And a total of three hundred and sixty-four presents over the twelve days.”

His hands settled on your hips and tugged you closer. A loving, warm kiss. A quick swipe of his tongue against your lips. Then pulled away and settled his forehead against yours.

“Lovie, you are my everything. I love you so fuckin’ much. But, I’m not getting you more than three hundred gifts.”

You laugh and pulled him back for another kiss.

“Sweetie,” a kiss to his nose, both of his cheeks, and then his chin. “It’s just trivia. Something you can trick your buddies with tomorrow.”

He hummed, then smiled. “I’ll start with Johnny.”

“Poor Johnny.”

You would have liked for Simon to have a Christmas break and spend the season with you, but alas, that was not the case. He was deployed December 10th, and was supposed to be back a month and a half later.

He was very upset about it. You were disappointed, but he was straight pissed.

One hand settled in your jean pocket as he requested you walk with him as far as a civilian could go. Puppy dog eyes when saying goodbye. Lifting his balaclava just enough to kiss you goodbye. Then fucking glowering at everyone else on base.

Just because he wouldn’t get home till the middle of January didn’t mean you couldn’t celebrate Christmas. You would just do it a little later.

In Hallmark movie-fashion, Simon was permitted to go home on December 23rd. Likely from being such a royal pain in everyone’s asses.

So one day early, a big man was creeping through your house. Dropping his gear and uniform on his path from the front door to the bedroom, like a strip tease. That one of you would trip over and shatter your toes on.

According to Simon, you were snoring when he came in. You didn’t stir when he started the shower or when he rifled through the closet to find one pair of his sleep clothes that you hadn’t commandeered. His favorite hoodie had been placed on the biggest pillow, and you had drooled a decent puddle into it.

You finally woke up when he leaned up on you and wrapped himself around you like a weighted blanket.

“Happy Christmas, lovie.”

Incoherent grumble, then a little flail.

“It’s me, lovie. It’s your Simon.”

Less flailing, and instead you wiggled around till you were on your back and Simon’s head rested on your shoulder, pressing kisses against your cheek and neck.

“A good surprise, baby?”

A sleepy smile he more felt and heard than saw.

“Very good surprise, Si. I’m glad you’re here.”

One hand scratched his shower-damp scalp and the other scratched his back. Your hands were cold, but his back was a personal hand heater, and he was long since accustomed to the horrible ice-blocks you called your hands and feet.

“Go back to sleep, lovie. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”

A sleepy hum. Your leg propped up and then flung itself over his legs. No sneaking off for him, not that he would be awake much longer. Or that, in the dark of the apartment, he had seen the pile of presents under the tree all addressed to him.

Instead of small children jumping on the bed to wake you up for presents (a day early), the cat crawled out of her special blankie on Simon’s side of the bed and decided it was time for breakfast.

The weakest link was home early, so she went straight to Simon. Standing on his back and sniffing him. Then smacking his head until he woke up.

The doormat untangled himself and tucked you back in. The victor leaped off the bed and pranced with her tail up like a flag to her food bowl. Simon was the moron who taught her that breakfast always came at 7AM, so he had to feed her when he was home. When it was just you, the meanest and worst parent, you fed her whenever you decided to wake up. But you also let her sleep in the bed, making a nest out of her special blankie and keeping her warm, whereas he would grab her around the middle and toss.

After feeding the cat, he started piling up his gear out of the walkway. And that’s when he saw the pile of presents.

Like twenty of them. With an array of wrapping papers and bags.

He tiptoed over and knelt in front of them, counting and checking the names. Half of them were for him, and each of his had a matching gift of the same size and wrap for you. According to the tags, all but one of his presents were from you, and all the rest were from the cat.

The cat then stepped on one of the presents, crinkling it loudly and thinking about clawing it. A quick movement of his arm and he had her by the middle and yoinked her into his chest. She looked around in bafflement and then meowed in protest.

Footsteps from the bedroom and you barked a “hey”.

Simon turned with a guilty face.

“Oh, not you baby,” you said, rubbing your face. “I thought the cat was getting into the presents again. I’ve already had to re-wrap things thanks to her Royal Snoopiness and her evil toesies.”

“Evil?” he kissed the cat on the head. “She’s a bomb-sniffing cat.”

“There are no bombs, Simon.” You flopped onto the couch and arranged the pillows to make another nest. “Just gifts. She wants her presents but she doesn’t get them until Christmas morning.”

Simon sat next to your legs and put the cat on your chest. Then leaned in real close and kissed you over her little head.

“Do I have to wait until I get back in January?”

You sat up and pulled him close, the cat leaping off and jumping to the top of her apartment complex. Your hands crept under the hem of his hoodie and pressed into the flaming heat of his back.

“No, baby, you can open them now.”

A kiss. Another kiss. Then he slunk back to the pile of presents and picked up the one the cat had tried to claw open a few minutes earlier. A final look to you, as if asking for permission. Then tore it open. He knew it was an item of clothing, or maybe a blanket. Once he read the front of the hoodie, he burst into laughter.

A skeleton cat holding up both its middle fingers, with ‘Best Cat Dad’ in print beneath it.

“All of the clothes and blankets in there have already been washed, so you can put it on now if you want.”

He hurled his sweatshirt at your head and immediately pulled the new one on. The cat came to investigate and sniffed his sleeves as he opened some of the others.

A new wristband for his watch. Another bottle of his (and your) favorite cologne. Then he grabbed a small gift bag that was very light. You recognized it and started giggling.

He balled the tissue paper and bounced it off your forehead. Then looked into the bag. A beat of silence. You bit your lip and dare not laugh.

He lifted the content between his thumb and forefinger and gave you an incredulous look.

“Are these fuckin’ ‘Hello Kitty’ knickers?”

An unattractive snort and you rolled off the couch.

“Please, Si. Please put them on. For me. It’s a matching set.” You army crawled towards him while wheezing with laughter. “We can match. Please. Please.”

He sling-shot your pair at you and stomped off with the Hello Kitty boxers in his grip. He was going to change in the bathroom. Just for you.

They were… comfortable. He had worn Calvin Klein before, usually when matching with you. But the little pink bows and the cute white cat right on top of his package was not a pattern he would have chosen. He pulled his sweatpants back on and walked out to you with a sigh.

“Alright, I’m wearing the-”

You were sitting on the couch, in your matching Hello Kitty set. Just your matching set. Brown eyes blinked. The two of you were equally surprised at the other. Then it finally clicked, and he jumped and started shucking off his clothes.

“Missed that memo, lovie. Bit slow this morning.”

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sytoran · 1 year

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𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍!

you're a little too obsessed with natasha's boobs.

──── 🐻‍❄ pairing. dom!perv!reader x sub!innocent!nat

──── 🐻‍❄ cont. smut (18+), gn!reader, smut, college!au, corruption, loss of innocence, pretty girl kink (is that a thing?), natasha is babyy, i love tiddies, slight elements of non-con.

──── 🐻‍❄ note. my self-indulgent little fic of innocent!nat and slightly non-con corruption. excuse my behaviour on the internet.

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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

being natasha romanoff’s roommate had its perks, surely.

prettiest girl on campus, with the sweetest laugh you had ever heard, too smart for her own good — and far too innocent to let slip past your predatory mannerisms.

no, of course, you never did show it. keeping natasha under the guise of ignorance was just far too entertaining.

whenever you would emerge from the shower wearing less, with hot steam and wet hair, you took pride in the way natasha would frantically look away. chewing into her bottom lip, suddenly all jumpy and flustered. burying her nose into a book, and you would ask her a casual question, and the redhead would stutter over her words like she hadn’t aced every english oral examination.

whenever you got a little too touchy with her, pressing a hand up against the small of her back in crowded areas, leaning down to rasp something in her ear — natasha’s ears would burn up, and her knees would nearly buckle. then you, oh so easily slipping an arm around her waist, strolling around campus without giving a damn about what anyone else whispered.

whenever you glared at the guys who showed a cent of interest in her, crossing your arms and eyes narrowing, until it was blaringly obvious and the unfortunate soul could do nothing but walk away awkwardly. then for the next week, you would forcefully be a little closer around her, your hands dancing lower on her back each time.

all these ‘innocent’ actions, natasha pushed away any alternative solution because it was really just friendly gestures — you were looking out for her, that was all.

like when your hands would so often graze over her chest, gentle but enough to raise suspicion.

natasha saw the way your eyes darkened whenever she chose to wear little white dresses or anything of the sort.

or like that time natasha complained that she was so sore, aching all over, and it was almost immediately that your hands found her back, lifting up her shirt to massage her back.

despite the insistence of incredulous ‘what are you doing’s, natasha couldn’t hold back the little breathy whines when your hands skated over her bare back, focusing on places you really shouldn’t.

natasha tried to brush it off as ‘simple friendly gestures’, but were you really looking out for her, when things went a little bit too far?

“are- are you okay?” natasha asked softly, approaching you cautiously. she sat down beside you on your bed, face scrunched into an expression of worry.

oh, you had been mad all day, and natasha couldn’t bear to see you like that.

you were laying on your bed, exhausted, black tank top ridden up to expose a hint of skin. natasha wasn’t staring. she really wasn’t.

“s’fine, pretty girl. let me rest, okay?” you answered, offhandedly, sleepy and even slightly annoyed, but affectionate nonetheless.

your fingers went to trace up and down her arm, raising goosebumps in its wake. you smiled at her hitched breaths. she always so shy.

“no,” natasha said firmly, or at least she tried to. “you’re mad. i don’t you to be mad. i wanna help you feel better.”

she didn’t miss the way your face faltered for a moment, cool demeanour slipping away for a fraction of a second. it was in that moment, that frame of time, that she knew she uncovered some side of you she had never seen before.

“...you sure?” you asked, dryly, focusing on her properly now.

natasha was always so perfect, so innocent and so pretty, and you would be lying if you said some sick part of you didn’t crave to taint that innocence. she was just too… delectable.

the redhead nodded eagerly, moving closer to you. your eyes darted down to her now exposed cleavage, so full and ample. you licked your lips, imperceptibly.

“okay. then you lie down first, pretty girl.”

you could see the confusion settle in her eyes, but natasha obediently obeyed, as she laid down, head propped up on a soft pillow. her crimson hair splayed out in all directions.

under your scrutinizing gaze, she nervously toyed with the lace of her white top. and that image of her, all vulnerable for you – it made something stir inside of you.

without restraint, you let your hands wander.

“are you sure you’re supposed to- oh!” natasha gasped, when fingertips rested on the swell of her breasts. you pressed a little, on her nipples, through the fabric. she squirmed.

"good girl," you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss atop her forehead.

"wait, wait-" natasha mumbled breathlessly, body jerking upwards, your hands impatiently slipping under her top to cup her breasts through a lace bra.

you frowned at her disobedience, not bothering to stop. if you didn't have her now, you think you might explode.

"you said you wanted me to feel better, right, pretty girl? so be good and let me touch you, okay?" you asked, massaging her tits now.

natasha bit her bottom lip, nodding shakily. she wanted to say no, wanted to stop, but she couldn't, not when you were making her feel things she had never felt before.

and she had this odd craving to be good for you. so good, to listen to your every word.

in tandem with that sentiment, your hands moved faster. massaging and kneading her breasts, fingers digging into soft flesh.

you were using her tits like some sort of stress ball, just hard and fast. natasha tried to twist away from your unyielding gaze.

"don't you hide that cute face from me. i wanna see all of you."

the moan natasha let out surprised the both of you.

god, she was so perfect. so wet, so easy, so malleable.

"let me suck on your tits, pretty girl," you breathed, thumb encircling her rubied nipple.

"i- i don't know…" natasha responded hesitantly, trying to push your head back. but her body was betraying her, keening for your sinful touch once again.

you ignored her, instead catching her wrists with one hand and swiftly pinning it above her.

"all mine," you growled to yourself mostly, mouth moving to wrap your lips around her cute stiff nipple.

natasha cried.

your tongue was swirling around her hardened nip, mouth wrapping her whole tit in your mouth. sucking, then licking, then biting, and natasha could’ve sworn she saw stars.

"what pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?" you asked lowly, hot breath making the tip of her breasts just a little harder.

her flushed, embarrassed face was all too tell-tale.

“feels- feels weird down there,” natasha tried, her hips already keening for your thigh. you exhaled sharply.

“well, i can’t do anything about that.” you said with faux sympathy. it was too soon.

“no, i know!” natasha insisted, bottom lip quivering, clutching onto your forearm tighter. “that- that time, during the football match, when you went under the bleachers with the cheerleader- and, and at the back of the biology lecture, i know you did- with the blonde girl, y- you did-”

“what did i do, mhm?” you pressed forward now, a predatory grin making its way onto your face. your hands travelled over her soft skin, spreading open her thighs, slow and easy. “you tell me first, pretty girl.”

natasha shifted, trying to look away, but you used two fingers to tilt her chin back to you, forcing her to maintain eye contact. she whimpered. “tell me, pretty girl, or i won’t do anything at all.”

“i- i can’t say,” natasha whispered shakily, jerking when your hand slipped past the waistband of her shorts, fingertips dancing agains the hot skin above her core.

“was it something like that?” you asked, lowly now, fingers tracing the outline of her lace panties. you grunted at the wet spot growing there, pressing a little harder.

natasha nodded frantically, unintentionally grinding against your palm, pretty little whines like music to your ears. she was all hot and flustered, so messy and so innocent. your eyes glazed over again.

there was this sick little voice, in the back of your head, telling you to find the biggest strap-on you had, and absolutely demolish the spent, quivering mess that was natasha. you fought your hardest to quell those sinful desires.

slow. patient.

you pushed your fingers up, forcing her panties to touch her sodden folds. natasha mewled, cried, because it felt so wrong, but she had never felt better.

“m-more, please,” she whispered between breathy gasps, bucking her hips up.

"what pretty noises you're making for me… am i making you feel good?" you said with a lazy smirk, stroking the side of her pretty face.

your other hand was still buried in her little shorts, knuckles pressing against her throbbing from the outside of her panties.

natasha’s floating consciousness was somewhere in the galaxy. but with you by her side, she had never felt more grounded rocking against your palm. your hand on her hip, muttering ‘pretty girl’ into her ear.

the redhead’s mind was in a daze as you sped up, knuckles going up and down her folds, unable to focus. up and down, then up and down again, but harder and faster, and she was so close to doing something-

but then you stopped your movements.

natasha’s eyes flew open.

“what- no, no- why’d you stop? i was going to-”

“naughty girl, you can’t.” you said easily, slipping your fingers out of her shorts, coated in her wetness. "you’re too good, too pretty. you don’t even know what you want, hm? can’t even say it.”

you stilled her still moving hips, denying her of any pleasure.

natasha fell into silence, cheeks reddening once again. she might not have known much, but she did know that she had been awfully close to some type of release, the knot in her stomach and the throbbing in her clit being a surefire sign of that.

but then tears were threatening to spill from the sides of her eyes, because you never treated her like you did to the other girls.

whenever you came to the room in the wee hours of the night with odd purple marks on your neck and hand stiffer than usual, natasha knew it wasn’t a “late night run.”

“but you touch the other girls,” natasha tried to insist again, pressing her tits up against your arm. “and you make them make sounds, the good kind.” her tears fell, unabashedly, and you stilled. “why- am i not as good as them?”

at her revelation of insecurity, you sighed, propping yourself up to place a soft kiss on her neck.

“hey, pretty baby,” you murmured, lifting a hand to wipe the tears off her cheeks. “you’re perfect, okay? wanna keep you like that. next time i can show you, but you’re not allowed to do anything yourself. only me, okay?”

the redhead nodded eagerly, wiping away her tears, clinging on to the false promise that you would let her experience that high in due time.

but the lie had fallen far too easily from your sinful lips, because you never did intend to let her cum.

she was just too innocent.

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flan-tasma · 4 months

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Good night (Genshin men x Reader) English ver.

💖~ These men are busy and may not be with you physically, but they remember you and make sure to be with you when you go to sleep, one way or another.

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Tighnari has a bookmark made of your favorite flower. When it is very late at night and his eyes feel tired, he takes time to caress the flower with his fingertips. Her caress is distracted, her tail and ears are lowered, proof of her tiredness. The texture of the bookmark reminds her that you are asleep now, being embraced by the sheets, under a warmth that is not hers. He feels jealous for a moment, jealous of your sleep and jealous of the bed that accompanies you now, and decides it's a good idea to go to sleep.

Albedo is used to spending all morning with his experiments and notes, but he almost never joins you to sleep. He usually says goodbye after dinner, accompanies you for a while after you finish washing and kisses your cheek when you tell him you are going to sleep, but his presence is not usually with you. If you leave the door open, you can hear the sound of the candle creaking, probably boiling water for more coffee. You can hear heels hitting the ground, leaves passing by, and glass colliding against each other. And one day Albedo may feel sad, that he wished he could be with you longer, and it is at that moment when he enters your room and hugs you. It is always a pleasure to wake up with you in his arms.

Alhaitham has the habit of reading before going to bed. You can be next to him reading, each one in his respective chair, accompanied by something to drink, he doesn't care, it's good to know that you are there. At some point during the night your voice calls him to tell him that you are going to sleep, and he says goodbye, he waits for you to get into the sheets and continues with his book for a few more minutes. He must get up early to work, close his book while he remembers the things he will do in the morning and chooses to organize everything before accompanying you to sleep.

Cyno has a great responsibility, and you knew it, that's why it's not unusual to wake up in the early morning to go to the bathroom and notice that he was next to you, even though he hadn't arrived for dinner. You visit it more in the mornings, but at night you will only notice it if in the early morning you feel a new weight on the mattress, arms pulling you in, and a tired man falling asleep next to you. It may be that he has the strength to talk to you a little, he will listen to you and tell you if he has plans to take a day off tomorrow, all while his sleepy voice was lost in your ears, while your partner slept soundly next to you.

Ayato considers discipline essential to his position as head of the Kamisato clan. His routine is full of work, documents and messages that he must read, analyze, accept or reject, and all of that takes a lot of time, but it is a job that he does meticulously. And even though he always tries to dedicate time to you in the middle of his entire agenda, there are times when you have to go to bed alone, knowing that in his office the man was still reviewing the last documents of the day. He would like to leave them until tomorrow and sleep with you, but the more serious the topic is, the further that idea gets out of his head. And it's not until you finally manage to fall asleep that he finally arrives, laying down next to you and admiring you before dreaming of a new day off, planning to take you on a picnic away from everyone.

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iblameashley · 11 months

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Shattered

Civilian | Male | Gay

2,847 words Content: Minor warning for mention of panic attack. Mention of PTSD, Anger, Angst.

Follow up to I'm punny and you know it.

Simon ’Ghost’ Riley | Male/GN Reader

!!!SFW!!!

You walk into a war zone of Simon's making. Well, you actually kicked in a door to do it, but that's not the point. The man is not OK, and while you may not be able to help him, you can clean up the mess.

(Thanks to @loneghostwolf for permission to use this image)

It hadn't taken you very long to figure out 'Si' was in the military. Truth be told, you suspected it from the first time you met at the coffee shop. It was during your last appointment with him that it was confirmed. He was wearing a very tight tee and you could make out the outline of dog-tags as the cotton shirt hugged their form. Being respectful of his privacy, however, you said nothing.

You had six appointments under your belt with him over the course of four months. It was during this appointment that he told you he had a 'trip' coming up, and wasn't sure how long it was going to take. You nodded and said you understood. Simon also took the time to explain that the location was 'remote' and he likely wouldn't have much cell reception. “Well...” You pondered, “When you do have service, and if you're free, let me know and I'll send you a joke or a meme.” You offered.

His eyes seemed to soften at the offer, and you could swear there was a smile under his mask. He nodded firmly in agreement, and with that, you had a new contract with him while he was away.

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The first two week were silent, and you went about both your day jobs and your side-gig as a friend-for-hire. You toiled away at paperwork and emails until your eyes burned red from dryness. Late nights turned into early mornings and you periodically checked your phone for a hint of life from Si.

It was nearly half way through week three when your phone dinged at an ungodly hour. You rolled over in bed and were blinded by the light from the screen. “Fuck.” You groan, shutting your eyes quickly. It was from Si.

SI: Have about three hours before I have to go back to work. I was promised jokes and memes.

“Fucking Christ, Si.” You huffed. “Gotta pull a joke out of my ass at..” You glanced at the clock in the upper corner of this cornea-destroying device. “four-forty-seven.”

You head flopped back on the pillow with a 'whump' and you clutched the phone at your chest. You had promised to do this for him, and he was on his 'trip'. It wasn't his fault you forgot time zones existed. So you pursed your lips and thought of a joke through the fogginess of your sleepy mind.

You: Why were the middle ages called the Dark Ages? You: Because there were too many Knights. SI: That's fucking terrible. You: You're welcome.

And that was the start of your on-again, off-again communication with Si as he was on his 'trip.'

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Six weeks in, you got another message from him. This time is was at least at a reasonable hour. The sun had cast the sky bright reds and pinks as it set, and you had been sitting on the balcony of your flat enjoying the cool breeze and downtime. Your workload had shifted and you had more free time. On top of that, one of your Friental clients was on vacation, so you felt like you could really relax.

The dinging and buzzing from your phone caught your attention. It was Si, again.

Si: Hit me. You: Coffee has a really rough time in my house... You: It gets mugged every day. Si: Hah.

Then another message the day after.

Si: Gotta make it quick, you around?

You were. You always were.

You: What did the socks say to the pants? You: Sup, britches. Si: Where the fuck do you get these?

A part of you pictured him laughing boisterously at your bad jokes, but deep down you knew that wasn't the case. He might huff out a low 'hah,' but Si, as far as you knew, was not a loud laughter. It would betray his broody lone-wolf persona. Still, you had a fond memory of the first time you did get a response from him. The light shove of his boot against your back.

And now that you thought about it, he broke the rules. No touching. You wondered if he had realized as well. You shook your head. No matter, the rules were really there for you.

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It was just over two months in when you got a notification from the app that 'Si' had requested another appointment. He had access to your calendar, so you opened it up and clicked accept. He had requested a visit from you in four days.

“Must be back home,” You said to yourself. There was a stupid smile plastered over your face. Si might be a big, quiet, moping tank of a man, but he was easy to handle. You knew what was expected with him, and he was fine with letting you babble at length about any and everything that crossed your mind. He never seemed annoyed or frustrated about your endless chatter. He would simply sit there and look at you with those unassuming brown eyes. He'd nod and grunt and give one word answers every once in a while, to remind you he really was listening. If anything, he took the pressure off you, allowing you to be yourself.

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You were not prepared for what you would find when you arrived at his flat. You stood at the door and knocked. No answer. You looked around the dimly lit hallway of the building and hummed to yourself anxiously.

'Maybe he forgot?' You mused. You foot tapped impatiently on the floor, and you kept shifting your weight from hip to hip. 'No. He wouldn't forget.' You reminded yourself. He was too structured for that. So you knocked again, harder. Still no answer. You knocked so hard the third time you sent spikes of pain up your knuckles.

“Si!” you yelled. “Are you home?” Your voice was raspy and filled with concern.

There was no response, but you did hear movement. Now your heart jumped to your throat. Was he hurt? Could he not respond for some reason? You mind flooded with the worst-case scenarios and you began to panic. Who do you call? Police? Maybe a neighbour would have a number for maintenance or the landlord. Your head shot back and forth, up one end of the hallway and down the other. You stared at the door, and finally your body reacted.

You hand reached for the doorknob and gave it a twist. To your surprise, it wasn't locked, which was unusual in itself. You couldn't imagine Si as comfortable enough to leave the door unlatched. But as you pushed it open, it caught on the chain of the upper lock and the door can to an abrupt halt. “Si?” you called in.

There was a grumbling, but no real response. “Fuck it.” You blurted out. You took a step back, sucked in a deep breath and aimed at the door. In one sharp movement, your foot connected with the door and snapped the chain from the frame. The swung open and crashed into the wall with a loud thud. You entered the flat timidly, and closed the door behind you.

Sitting at the kitchen table was Si, head in his hands and starting at the table, hunched over in a heap. You forgot how big this man was, even in this state. He was mask-less. You walked in and averted your gaze, you searched the flat frantically for his mask. It was then that you took in the disastrous state of the flat. There was garbage lying all over the place, dirty and broken dishes and even some furniture overturned and stung along the floor. Si had been home for a bit longer than you had assume, and it was not a good homecoming.

You located his mask frantically flung over the couch and you snatched it up quickly. You walked over to Si and shoved the mask under his face. “Put it on.” You remarked. “Please?” Your eyes were locked on the ceiling. He even managed to stain that.

You felt him pull the mask from your hand by the strap and you waited a few seconds before you dared to peek. He was masked, now.

Simon's face – well, his brows and eyes – were red and puffy, but he hadn't appeared to have been crying. His hair was a complete mess and his bloodshot eyes glared at you with emptiness, like he hadn't actually accepted you were here. “Better?” He asked in the most deadpanned tone you'd had heard from him.

“You look like shit, Si.” You declared before rubbing at the bridge of your nose. “Are you OK?” you muttered, knowing you were about to get the most useless of responses.

“No. Clearly, not.” he commented.

You took another look around the flat and noted all the work that had to be done. You gave an apathetic shrug and tip-toed over to the hallway closet to retrieve cleaning supplies. Carefully manoeuvring around the broken glass and ceramic that littered the floor like a mine-field. Something had set him off, an anxiety or panic attack maybe? PTSD? Didn't really matter to you, he couldn't stay like this. And since he wasn't going to offer up his feeling – his heart – for you one a plate, not that he had any left, you figured you could at least clean his home.

You started with the floors; sweeping up the fragments and remains of glassware and plates . You swept around his feet and took a bit of comfort that he was still wearing his boots. Under the table, around the fridge, and you double checked the base boards around the counter until you had a pile of his shattered property in a mound in his kitchen. Carefully you swept it into the dust-pan and placed it in a refuse bag before tossing it in one of his bins.

“What are you doing?” Simon finally remarked.

“Seems like you had a rough trip.” You declared. “I'm guessing you don't want to talk about, and that's fine. Its in our rules, after all.” You turned and beamed him a warm smile.

“You really care about my stupid rules at a time like this?” His voice was low and laced with annoyance and confusion.

“Its... kind of the foundation of our relationship, no?” You laughed. You balanced your chin on your hands, which were tenderly placed on the tip of the broom, and you wobbled it back and forth. “Something happened, and I'm not going to ask. But!” You explained. “I am going to get this place back in order because you don't live like this, and I'm not going to let you start. Isn't that what friends are for?” You shot him a wink.

“I pay you to be my friend.” The words carried an air of embarrassment and shame. Your heart ached at the sound.

You let out a frustrated breath and put the broom to the side. You turned your attention to the remaining dishes in the sink. The water rushed into the basin, splashing and bubbling as it embraced the dirty plated and utensils.

You reached into the got water and began scrubbing. The water sloshing and burbling under the movement of your hands. “I'd do it for free.” You finally admitted. You couldn't turn to look at him at first. The stack of wet, but clean dishes began to pile up in the other basin, and you could hear your heart in your ears. Feel your pulse beating, drumming, in every vein and artery.

“What?” He finally asked.

“I'd be your friend for free.” You nodded sharply at the wall in front of you. You bit at your lower lip, afraid you were breaking the rules of your contract. 'Was this too much? Too far?' you asked yourself as the silent moment moved forward.

“...why?” Simon finally choked out.

Your hands fell back into the sink, and your grip on the cutlery loosened. Your head dropped as you thought about your answer, knowing you were treading on thin ice. At least, you thought you were.

You cocked your head to the side to look at him. He was sitting at the table still, staring into the empty space between you two. His jaw worked tightly under his jaw as he ground at his teeth. You wondered if you had pissed him off, truly pissed him off.

“I... like you?” You whispered.

He snorted and shook his head. “That's the best fuckin' joke you've told yet, mate.”

You didn't really know how to respond to him. He was finally painting a picture of his self worth for you to view, and did it in so few words. Your heart sank deep into your belly as it dawn on you just how isolated his really must have been. Must be. “I mean it, Si. I'd be happy to just be your friend.”

His head dropped back down to the table. You finished the last of the forks and plopped them into the clean basin, dried your hands and pulled out your phone.

You opened up your messages and began typing.

You: What kind of music do windmills like? You: They're Metal fans.

His phone buzzed across the table and a moment later there was a gruff, hoarse chuckle. “Go fuck yourself.” He mumbled.

You: Why do Ghosts love elevators? You: Because they lift their spirits.

“Fuckin' hell.” He shook his head back and forth on the table. “I'm trying to be miserable here, can you fuck off?” You smiled at the disingenuous tone of his remark.

“Can't do it.” You shook your head and took a seat at the table.

“I won't push you to tell me whats going on, but...” You looked around at all the work still left to be done. “Can you give me something? Something to explain this?” You said waving your hands around the flat.

Simon just stared at you blankly.

“Mission go wrong?” You asked. Your words pushing at a boundary you weren't sure you had the right to touch.

His eyes widened as he took in the words that wormed their way to his brain.

“Mission? I was on a-”

You held up a hand and cut him off. Your heart was hurting at seeing this man in such a state. You didn't pity him by any means, but you wanted to reach out and let him know he could unload his burdens on you, even just a little.

“Dont.” You said curtly. “I've seen your tags.” Your fingers tapped at the table.

Simon rubbed at his eyes and let out a growl. He was most definitely annoyed with your line of questioning, but he also lacked the energy to put up a fight. He had spent the last several days having a tantrum, raging and destroying the remnants of his non-military life and wishing to sink the last of his soul into his persona. A persona he hadn't told you about.

But here you sat, staring at him with caring, concerned eyes and he couldn't understand why. He had never given you anything from this arrangement, it was entirely selfish on his part. But here you sat, your lips pursed and your fingers anxiously tapping the table.

“I failed.” He choked out. The words biting at his throat as his admission jumped from his lips. “I failed, and I got reprimanded.”

You nodded your head delicately. “Did you lose someone?” You asked.

Simon shook his head, but said nothing.

“Then it wasn't a complete failure, was it?” A smiled pulled at the corner of your lips.

Simon' hands fell to the table and he looked at you with shock. His masked puffed in and out as he breathed heavily into it.

“That's not the point.” He grunted.

You shrugged hard and stared at him. “Well... it is to me.” You fired back, a little more confrontational than you had intended. “You didn't lose anyone, and you came back home. Maybe its not a mission success, but its not a failure.”

Simon felt a crack in his armour at your comment. Like you had aimed perfectly at his heart and fired. It didn't shatter, he was too strong for that, but the impact of your words did damage. Damage he couldn't have prepared himself for. Someone cared that he came back. No one cared if he came back. He furrowed his brow, angry that your shot at him landed, but he couldn't bring himself to be truly mad at you. A piece of him lit up inside.

“Will you stay for dinner?” He finally asked.

You looked around at the kitchen and the few remaining dishes.

“We can order take away,” you chuckled. “My treat.”

Simon looked at you.

“My treat.” You reaffirmed.

Simon just nodded.

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miyhhowrites · 7 months

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HIHI, this is my first request ever so i hope im doing it right- could i have a reader who’s really impulsive when their tired or sleepy, like their too tired to care about what they say. then their laying on their crush’s lap and they suddenly cup their face and start complimenting and admiring them then confess and swhhrcbjsscc preferably written with akito, minori and whoever u like!!! (sorry if this was too detailed.) TY <3

A/N: omgg, this is soo cute😭🩷‼️ im actually like that irl but instead of compliments i say random sht? Anywayzz here ya go and i hope you like em🫶

Sudden confession

Gn! Reader x akito shinonome & minori hanasato (akito might be ooc...)

Minori Hanasato

You were laying in minori's lap after a hard day, you could finally visit your best friend and feel relaxed. Minori brushes your hair with her fingers and proceeds to talk about her day

"We had lots of fun today! Airi is teaching me this choreography of this one song i like! We're planning on-"

Minori pauses herself, wondering why you suddenly out a strand of her hair behind her hair

"Hm? You know i could do that myself right?" She says playfully, you smiled at her playfulness and began telling her how you feel, you werent sure why, you just did..

"Minori, i love you, more than friends.. hehe" y/n says playfully before falling asleep, leaving minori in a state of shock, confusion and happiness

"W-WHAAAT?! Y/N! WAKE UP! DONT J-JUST FALL ASLEEP!" Minori screams, shaking you to hopefully wake you up, she also wants to tell you that she feels the same way

Akito Shinonome

You just got home after school and the sun was begining to set, you sat on your bed playing your phone and doing nothing, you then decided to do your homework.

Once you opened your bag you see that your notebook was nowhere to be found, you panicked a bit, the deadline was tomorrow and the notebook was nowhere to be seen, you suddenly remembered that a certain close friend of yours borrowed it to take some notes, you then proceed to call him.

"Hey, kito.. where's my notebook? Do not tell me you left it at school..." You asked, you could hear akito groaning "chill i accidentally put it on my bag, ill just.. return it tomorow" he shruggs, you sighed in annoyance and began to tell him that you needed that notebook to finish some assigments.

"If you want that notebook then just, come to my place.. i mean.. we live pretty close right? Youre just.. right around the corner.." he suggested "what?! No way! Im not walking, you brought my notebook with you, you should be the one to return it.!" You fought back, making sure to emphasize your words.

"Well.. then im not giving it to you, bye" akito says in a sing-song voice "w-wait! Ugh.. fine ill get it.. dont copy my homework tomorow kay?" You added, akito groaned "fine, finee.."

After minutes of walking you knocked the door of the shinonome household, you were greeted with akito, wearing pajamas and carrying a bag of chips, he coughed when seeing you "o-oh you actually came.. yeah uh.. the notebooks right in my bag.. ill go get it" he responded when he left, you could see the tv playing, it was your favorite movie! When akito came back he saw you staring at the television.

"Hm? You know this show too? Hm.. wanna watch it with me?" He asks, before he knows it you were already inside his house watching the television. You wondered.. why werent his parents home? and where was his sister?

"Hey akito, wheres your dad? Or your sis?" You ask, akito simply shrugged and replied nonchalantly "my sister doing something at her room...probably drawing or talking to her friends.. my mom's out with her friends and my dad is staying late for work" you simply nodded and continued watching the movie, soon enough you found yourself falling asleep, akito doesnt notice this but begins to notice when it suddenly got too quiet..

"Hm.? Y/n you alright- oh hell no.." he mutters, you were sleeping peacefully, akito wants to wake you up.. but at the same time.. he doesnt afterall he did drag you out in the middle of the night just for you to get the notebook that he stole, akito sighs and puts a pillow below your head, he sighs and whispers ".. what did i get myself into.." you shuffle around and mutter quietly "mm.. like... You too... Kito.." you mutter, akito overhears this and instantly turns red.

"Y-YOU WHAT?!" He screams and instantly covers his mouth, you groaned a bit and continued sleeping, akito was surely thankful that you were a heavy sleeper. "Oh thank god..." He sighs with relief ".. i like you too dumbass.. took you long enough.." he says quietly with a tone of playfulness. He arranges your sleeping position so that your comfortable.

Bonus:

Akito sneakily took your phone and then took a pic of your sleeping face and sets it as your wallpaper "theyre gonna love it.." he grins mischievously, after hours you finally wake up, you grabbed your notebook and quietly leave the house, when you checked what time it is you went red with embarrassment it was a pic of yourself sleeping! You'll surely get him next time.!

#pjsk #project sekai #prsk #pjsk x reader #project sekai x reader #prsk x reader #vbs akito #vivid bad squad #akito shinonome #akito shinonome x reader #mmj #mmj minori #more more jump #minori hanasato #minori hanasato x reader

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ariyucake · 2 years

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+ Navigation . ~

+ Twst . ~

+ “ Hell is not so welcoming. "

+ Yandere Heartlesslabyul [ Separate ] with a reader who is mean and unfriendly to everyone except Grim + [ Some ] Twst chars with a reader who is the SHSL Big sis + [ Some ] Twst chars with a reader whose just like Shumai from NDRV3 + [ Some ] Twst chars with a reader whose just like me + DR Prefect meeting Lilia and tells him about their world and their friends, but then the old man thinks that it's a prank by their sus friend . + Yandere Lilia with a reader whose just like Mikan [ Ft. Silver ] + [ Some ] Twst chars with a reader whose from Danganronpa uwu + Headcannons of some bois from Twst getting jealous of you drawing another side hoe + Yandere Beta Riddle because I like him a lot + Soft yandere Riddle with a GN reader who thinks he's hot when he's mad and doesn't mind his behaviour because they like being protected and pampered by him + Yandere Malleus Draconia headcannons + Heartlesslabyul with a Paimon reader 1 + Heartlesslabyul with a Paimon reader 2 + Not fair . [ Twst angst fic ] + Neige with a reader who is a babysitter + Yandere Riddle with a reader whose always tired and sleepy + You almost get killed [ Neige x reader from the fanfic below this ] + Neige with a tall and curvy s / o

+ Genshin . ~

+ Yandere Chongyun HCS ( New post woo )

+ Genshin SAGAU but with one of my child ocs from a twst fic, try to guess + Yandere Sucrose with a bubbly and sweet reader + Yandere Stalker Ganyu with a darling whom hates her + Yandere Lumine with a darling who has anger issues + Jean with a reader who is dumb but has good intentions + Yandere Aether with a darling who likes him back [ Modern AU ] + Genshin men with a sensitive s / o + Genshin men with a danganronpa s / o + Genshin Self aware AU 2 + Genshin Self aware AU [ Edited ] + Soft yandere stalker Mona finding out that her darling has an obsession with her [ Modern AU ]

+ Danganronpa . ~

+ Yandere Stalker Shumai + Yandere Kokichi who gets jealous easily + Yandere Shumai but he's much more possessive and aggressive + NDRV3 chars with a reader who is the art kid + Y / N L / N, THE ULTIMATE BIG SIS + Y / N L / N, THE ULTIMATE BIG SIS [ UDG VER ] + Y /N L / N, THE ULTIMATE HOPE + Kokichi with a y / n who despises grape panta + Female Y / N meets Nagito + Evil Nagito be like

+ Assassination Classroom . ~

+ [ Some ] Assassination classroom chars with a reader whose just like a detective

+ Purrfect Tale . ~

+ Yandere Oliver .

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jadeisbetterrrr · 1 year

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lumity fluff 😍

before Day of Unity.

Amity POV

"Luz did you chain up your abomination homework?" Amity asked Luz. " WE HAVE TO DO THAT?" Luz asked her head turning slowly. "uhm, yes?" Amity said, confused on why her girlfriend looked so startled. "meh, i'll cross that bridge when i get to it." Luz said, not a care in the world.

"HEY MITTENS!" Ed yelled bursting into her room. *GASP* "YOU SNUCK LUZ IN?" Eddie whisper-yelled. "SHUT UP ED" Amity said bringing a finger up to her mouth signaling he should be quiet. "Woah wait who snuck who i-" Emira said, when she saw Luzs face and looked at her sister with a beet red face.

"BREAKING NEWS! OUR LOVELY DEAR SISTER AMITY HAS SNUCK A GIRL IN? IN LIGHT OF RECENT EVENS MITTENS IS NOW A DELINQUENT" Emira said, acting like Gus's father on the news. Luz laid down on Amitys bed giggling and looking at her flustered girlfriend trying to shut up her siblings.

"DONT TELL MOTHER!" "OH MY TITAN GUYS GET OUT" Amity said, quickly getting up from her bed trying to shut up the twins. "c'mon little sis, let's us hang out with you!" emira asked. "fine." Amity said surrendering. "oh also, we're watching you Luz, hurt our sister you'll immediately pop up missing." Edric said, looking at Luz with a stare so sharp it could cut through her.

Luz felt the urge to sit up straight. although she couldn't. (GET THE JOKE ‼️) "Luz don't listen to them, they're joking." "are we mittens? are we joking?" emira said, questioning her. "yes you are." Amity said, with a sharp look, sharper then Ed's. they both got startled "yes that is what we are doing. Joking" it's so fun" the twins said, trying to not get killed. "okay we're leavig now" the twins said.

"sorry about that, theyre crazy." amity said apologizing. "don't be, i like it when your flustered and mean." Luz said, trying to get Amity to blush. "whatever dork." Amity said, burying her face in her hands to hide her beet red face. "come here ams you look stressed." Luz said, trying to comfort her girlfriend. Amity did not waste a second and jumped into her arms as they landed on her bed and laid down. "lets take a nap, we both look sleepy." amity whispered. "okay" luz said quietly. And there they slept in eachothers embrace.

a/n ; you're welcome, i got lazy in the end lol i'm gonna cut it short here gn/gm guys ily so so much. 🫶🏽

#luz noceda #lumity #luz #lesbian #the owl house amity #purple amity #amity is a gay disaster #lumity fluff #the owl house #amity blight #wlw

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warmspice · 3 years

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Watching big brain sci fi movies as a mental work out to get me sleepy

#I watched tenet which is a 2.5 h movie that rook me an extra 2h to understand #It's very God though would reccomend #Void talks #Now sleepy. Gn #*good!#I didn't sleep but anyways I'm just thinking about it!!!!!!#And the way!!!!! It peices things together is so!!!!!!!#Like story telling is such an art form and sometime si kind of really love it when you throw me in the middle of something and explain it #piece by piece #Plus!!!!! It's so entirely rewatch able because like. It takes a bit to get it the first time lmao #Like I still have some parts that I'm like???????? And maybe I'm just a bit dumb but like good God it's so. Time is so #Understanding the fourth? Fifth? Dimension? Is so?!!!#So yeah thinking this up and having such a satisfying way to get it out and the loop of it all is so :o #Huge brain

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imakle · 2 years

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fell asleep in class now its 9pm

#why am i still sleepy #im like abt to pass out again sleepy this is insane #lowkry wbana ask for an extension si i can sleep #maybei will idc im sleep #mahbe i sleep for 1 more hour and do my work if i cns then #sleep time gn #damn thats a lot of typos.. autocorrect do ur job girl wtf #rambles

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versadies · 3 years

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Hello! I like your posts especially your angsts! Can I request about Kaeya, being back to his homeland to rule it, but when he send a rampage throughout Teyvat, it means he had to kill / the abyss mages accidentally hurt his s/o in Mondstadt? Thank you!

AS THE WORLD CAVES IN (kaeya, drabble)

penpal: omg i honestly love angst sm so thank you for this!! hope you like this :DDD

pairing/s: kaeya x gn!reader

sypnosis: just when he thought he had the world on the palm on his hand, the person who he thought of as his wonderful world had to pass away.

include/s: major character death, violence, and spoilers to kaeya's backstory

he stares up at the sky with a smile on his face.

thanks to the traveler, kaeya's nation is now back to its glorious state– with the abyss now under his control, he can do whatever he desires as the crowned prince of khaneri'ah. he then decided; why not take revenge against the very thing that made his home turn to chaos and brink of extinction?

kaeya reminded himself to thank the tsaritsa and aether for bringing down celestia, giving him a chance to what he's been waiting for his entire life. though, it was quite a shame that teyvat is now suffering the way his homeland used to.

he watches mondstadt burn, the huge fire blazing through the city as with the other neighboring nations that are also in chaos.

"please!" a man, whose name kaeya recalls as reckless pallad, begs as he crawls towards kaeya's blood-stained boots with a feared look on his face. "i'm begging you, captain kaeya. please protect me!"

how unfortunate, kaeya thought to himself, looking down at the fragile man, still smiling. "worry not," he said, kneeling down at reckless pallad's level. "i'll make sure to put you out from your misery–"

"k-kaeya?"

the calvary captain paused his movements at the familiar voice, looking behind to see the love of his life: you.

ah yes, he was only here just to take you back to khaneri’ah.

"y/n, i've been looking all over for you," kaeya says, standing up from the ground with the panicked man being ignored. the captain could care less about what happened to teyvat, the only thing he cares is you.

"kaeya why... why is this happening?" you ask, slowly walking towards your lover as explosions and screams can be heard around you two. "please, i.. i wanna go home wit.. with you."

without another thought, kaeya wraps his arms around you. "i can get you out of here, y/n. we just need to go to khaneri'ah– that way, you'll be safe."

"khane.. khaneri'ah?"

he nods in response, pulling away from the hug to see your face. "yes, it's going to be our new home and.. and you'll get to be by my si–"

his heart drops when he notices blood coming out from your mouth.

no.

"...new home, huh?" you speak, not realizing the horrified look your lover has. "i think... i think i like th–" you feel your legs failing you, causing you to fall down on his arms. "s-sorry, i tripped... again."

kaeya immediately examines your body, trying to find the source of your bruised state.

his eyes lands on a large hole by your abdomen, breath hitched at the brutal sight. "what happened to you?"

"just an ice abyss mage being a bi..." before you could finish your sentence, you started coughing out blood. "i'm sorry.. i.. i feel sleepy, is it okay if i take a rest?"

he shakes his head, gently placing your head on top of his lap. "no, no, no. i can't let you, y/n. please stay awake– for me." he says, intertwining his fingers with yours. he can't lose you, not when he's now bringing justice for his home.

was this a cruel punishment from celestia? was this the punishment he has to face for the sins he committed?

"you and i still have so much things we can do together. remember what we talked about last night? we can get married when we get to khaneri'ah, we can... we can settle down, have mini-you or me running around our home– or even have a picnic, just stay awake for me okay? do you hear me?" he shakily brought your hand up, kissing your knuckles.

your heart ached at the sight of your lover losing his calm, wanting to wipe away the tears that's falling from his beautiful eyes, but you felt too weak to do so.

was this really the end?

"i... i love y–" you went limp just before your last words could come out from your mouth, your chest no longer heaving: letting kaeya know that this was the end of your time.

as he watches the light in your eyes fading away, he slowly loses a part of his soul.

he stares up at the sky with a sad smile on his face.

#on the bright side at least reckless pallad died throughout the fic #genshin impact x reader #kaeya #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya #genshin impact fanfiction #kaeya x you #kaeya alberich #kaeya x y/n #kaeyagenshinimpact #kaeya x reader angst #kaeya imagines #genshin headcanons #genshin fanfic #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact

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cinnbar-bun · 3 years

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Can I get hc’s for xigbar and axel with a lazy s/o?

Of course!!! Reader is GN!!

Xigbar

Nicknames you Demyx for being lazy lol

He doesn’t really mind tbh, but he can get kinda frustrated about it if you’re on an important mission and halfass it

Might flick your forehead and ask what’s up

In general though, doesn’t really care. It does get Saix riled up and on occasion Xigbar had to stand in to defend you from him and Xemnas’s wrath

He does expect some compensation in the form of cuddles or kisses. And he expects LOTS of kisses

He kinda appreciates it when he gets stressed. Something about you reminding him to chill out and relax is nice, and he joins in with you and sleeps the day away by your side.

Has many nicknames for you: “Demyx”, “lazy ass” “slowpoke” and “sleepy butt”

He likes teasing you about your behavior and will be like “ah-ah-ah! Only hard workers get dinner! Buuuuuuut I might be so inclined to share if you make it up to your ol’ Xiggy.”

It means hugs and kisses. He wants hugs and kisses okay let him have em

“Old man” Xiggy also likes and enjoys lazy mornings with you, where his hair is untied and draped over the bed while he’s got an arm wrapped around your waist. It’s nice to wake up to something so warm like you

Okay but if you whine for his attention lowkey he loves it so much and will give you a piggyback ride

“Heh, can’t resist my amazing charms, right babe?” “Nah, you’re not that cute, Xiggy.” “Me? Not cute? As if!”

Axel

He doesn’t give a shit lmao

What’s he gonna do??? Report you??? sis he doesn’t care

If anything it just means more excuses to spend time with you! He can pretend like you two are on a mission while you both go on a date or hang out at the clock tower with Xion and Roxas

Also teases you on occasion by calling you Demyx (the Demyx slander… I’m so sorry honey)

Really likes your laid back attitude and honestly is kinda impressed you managed to keep it up

You both can chill out and just relax and it’s nice to him

Although he does like being a more active and can get fired up, so he might have to beg you to please please p l e a s e join him and do this super cool thing with him

But you love him so much and when he starts begging, how can you resist?

Axel really only despises your laziness when on a mission. As he sees it it’ll cost you your life if you’re not careful and really, he can’t be there to save you every time (read: he’s really worried and doesn’t wanna lose you too)

Always urges you to be super careful and offend asks Saix to have him work with you so he can help you if needed

Otherwise, lazy days are nice between the two of you. Just you two sitting and enjoying life, even if he’s missing his heart (but the way he feels for you… this must be what it’s like having one, right?)

“Babe, I’ll always be by your side. Nah, I won’t let Saix or Xemnas or anyone else hurt ya. Got it memorized?”

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts x reader #axel x reader #axel #xigbar #Xigbar x reader #kh x reader

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drabblily · 4 years

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yes....of course you can <3

pairings: hanta sero x gn!reader, tamaki amajiki x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 770

synopsis: dating headcannons for these two boys as requested !!

authors note: i...i wrote this deprived of sleep, and without proof reading but i think its cute and i lob it

Hanta Sero

please….sero would be such a perfect boyfriend, i just know it !!

you two are totally best friends before you get with each other because….he would be best friends to lovers trope, no i don’t take criticism

before sero asks you out, he goes to his friends for advice on how to confess for sure (but he does this knowing they won’t give the BEST advice either)

after much debating within his little group, he ends up deciding to confess to you with a plushie of your favorite animal in front of the dorms (originally he was going to write a letter but kirishima said it would be manlier to tell you head on so….)

you two definitely go on romantic dates whether it be in public or private!! he’s very adaptable so whatever you prefer, he will make it work :)

he’s ALWAYS trying to impress you, it’s so adorable

please…..he gives you a bouquet out of flowers….made of his tape and it’s the cutest thing ever

again he’s very adaptable so when it comes to PDA, whatever you want to do, he will oblige—except if you want to have whole make out sessions with him in class or smth because then he will be like…

”mi amor, si….pero no”

mostly because he knows his friends will tease him and he’d get embarrassed by it not because he doesn’t wanna show his love for you !!

sends you the cute lovey memes and just 🥺🥺💞

also !! not to mention sero hanta is a Respectful Man™️ !!!

we all know he is flirty to a point of course but he’s so RESPECTFUL ESPECIALLY TO YOU

will always ask you if he can kiss you right before he does until you tell him he can kiss you without asking from now on (only if you want to of course!!)

overall, very sweet and perfect boyfie, love him pls

Tamaki Amajiki

okay so if you didn’t know i’m absolutely in love w this man so lemme just go off a little bit here….

tamaki amajiki…he will only have a crush on you to begin with if you’re extremely close w him and make him feel safe and comfortable

when he realizes he has a crush on you….he FLIPS, please he’s going to mirio and is like w-what’s happening, my heart is racing around them like it does when i have to talk to people which normally it doesn’t with them 😰😰

he starts avoiding you, because he’s scared of these feelings of his, it’s all so new

if you don’t confront him about it, he….he is the type of person to only confess to you so you can reject him and he can get it over with (same tho 😔✋)

but when you return the feelings he doesn’t know how to act, how to boyfriend 101 please someone help him ‼️‼️

always asking mirio for advice and it’s truthfully a learning experience for him, but he’s really trying yk? he just wants to make you happy and proud of him so !! accept his efforts 😡‼️

very very VERY shy talking about his feelings as we all know...definitely the type to express his emotions more with his actions than his words

if you ever get insecure about him not saying he loves you too often, he definitely tries to say it more just to remind you because he does but it’s just hard for him to admit it

PLEASE wait hold on a ton of thoughts came to my head just now for him okay so….

play with his hair, he LOVES laying his head in your lap and you just brushing and tugging through his pretty hair, it makes him so calm and at peace

when he’s sleepy, he talks more to you about his feelings and everything his loves about you….but remembers it all in the morning and gets embarrassed 🥺

if you just get insecure in general, he understands since he is too !! so he’s going to try his best to try to remove your insecurities and make sure you know that you are absolutely amazing and perfect !! (do the same for him please 🥺)

tamaki is absolutely the cute cliche that grabs onto your sleeve or interlocks pinkies with you, he’s so soft like that 😖💕

be patient with him but also try to push him to the best of his abilities !! obviously don’t push past his limits but also always encourage him to do his best !!

overall, 10/10 boyfie even if he’s a bit lost how to be one

taglist: @humanitysbiggestsimp @sugasugawarau @ukaiscigarette @visaintes @myeggodied

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